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Chapters (52)
  1. COVER PAGE
  2. DEDICATION
  3. PART ONE
  4. ONE
  5. TWO
  6. THREE
  7. FOUR
  8. FIVE
  9. SIX
  10. SEVEN
  11. EIGHT
  12. NINE
  13. TEN
  14. ELEVEN
  15. TWELVE
  16. THIRTEEN
  17. FOURTEEN
  18. FIFTEEN
  19. SIXTEEN
  20. SEVENTEEN
  21. EIGHTEEN
  22. PART TWO
  23. NINETEEN
  24. TWENTY
  25. TWENTY-ONE
  26. TWENTY-TWO
  27. TWENTY-THREE
  28. TWENTY-FOUR
  29. TWENTY-FIVE
  30. TWENTY-SIX
  31. TWENTY-SEVEN
  32. TWENTY-EIGHT
  33. TWENTY-NINE
  34. THIRTY
  35. THIRTY-ONE
  36. THIRTY-TWO
  37. THIRTY-THREE
  38. THIRTY-FOUR
  39. THIRTY-FIVE
  40. THIRTY-SIX
  41. THIRTY-SEVEN
  42. THIRTY-EIGHT
  43. THIRTY-NINE
  44. FORTY
  45. FORTY-ONE
  46. FORTY-TWO
  47. FORTY-THREE
  48. FORTY-FOUR
  49. FORTY-FIVE
  50. FORTY-SIX
  51. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  52. ABOUT THE AUTHORS

‘Oh, whatever,’ said Evie, pulling the card from its envelope, her face breaking into a smile.

A flower for every time I thought of you.

H x

‘Pretty amazing, huh?’ Meg said, breathing over Evie’s shoulder.

‘Meg, it’s time to go,’ said Evie, herding her little sister out of her room.

As she pulled the door closed, Meg called out, ‘Just tell me whether the H stands for Prince Harry!’

‘No, it doesn’t!’ Evie called back with a laugh. ‘He would never do that to M—’ She caught herself just in time, then pulled out her phone.

image Evie: Don’t tell me you also slayed that dragon that was after me, Prince Charming?

image Hugo: I take it you received my delivery? I thought the dragon slaying would be overkill. Wanted to keep it low key.

image Evie: Mission accomplished.

image Hugo: I know, I know, it’s all very impractical. But romance wasn’t meant for the pragmatic.

Evie smiled, feeling joyful.

image Evie: Now you’re talking my language.

image Hugo: Let me make it up to you by cooking you dinner. Can you do Friday?

image Evie: Make it up to me? I should be cooking you dinner! Or at the very least, offering to shine your armour.

image Hugo: Really, nothing would bring me more pleasure.

image Evie: Twist my arm, why don’t you. Sounds wonderful xo

Evie felt as if she were living in a fairytale. Her wildest dreams were coming to life. This was so much better than the future.

NINE

Nine

Arriving in the heart of Little Venice, Evie stepped out of the cab and doublechecked the address Hugo had given her. She’d expected something much grungier than this whitewashed terraced flat block with larger-than-usual windows running along its stuccoed frontage. The upmarket vibe continued with the entrance, which was flanked by four pillars framing the glossy black door.

After ringing the bell and being buzzed in, Evie took the elevator up to level four and spied Hugo’s flat number to the left. As she walked towards it, she adjusted the red, figure-hugging dress she had found buried at the back of her closet. She had decided to take full advantage of her twenty-year-old curves (I can’t believe I used to think I was fat!). Suddenly feeling slightly intimidated by her surroundings, Evie used the distance to calm her nerves. She stood in front of the door for a few moments, gathering herself, before inhaling deeply and knocking.